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                                                                                     avoid  the  geometric  trap  of  overlapping  circles.  Her
                                                                                     shapes  became less and  less recognisable as  'shapes·.
                                                                                     At  this  same  time  dark  colours  began  to  appear  with
                                                                                     more and  more frequency.  Her  balls  and discs  of pure
                                                                                     colour were still there from time to time,  now often all
                                                                                     floating  in  space  of  total  black,  or  totally  unrelated  to
                                                                                     each other in the  midst  of  swirling darks.  Some of the
                                                                                     increasingly  abstract  canvases  of  this  period  are  so
                                                                                     deeply  sad  and  full  of  total  gloom  of  darks  as  to  be
                                                                                     almost unbearable to view.
                                                                                       It is hard to believe all this.  looking at the new work.
                                                                                      It is as though Alice  Baber deliberately and consciously
                                                                                     sank herself into all  these blacks  and deep  deep  darks
                                                                                     in order to learn and come back with what she needed
                                                                                     in  her  continued  pursuit  of  and  study  of  light.  She  is,









































                                                                                     really  is.  after  all.  a  colour  painter.  And  she  has  now
                                                                                     found  a  way  to  make  her  darks  peculiarly  colour:
                                                                                     colour in themselves rather than  values in a chiaroscuro
                                                                                     scale.  And  all  of her  lights.  her  airy jewel-like  colours
                                                                                     have  acquired  new.  strangely  'darker'  values  within
                                                                                     themselves as well.
                                                                                       First off. for myself.  I must say that I think Alice  Baber
                                                                                     is a painter with a very strong,  very basic tragic sense.
                                                                                      I  myself  think  she  could  not  tolerate  the  triteness  of
                                                                                     painting  sorrow  in  the  conventional  way;  that  she
                                                                                     wanted  more  than  that;  that  she  wanted  to  paint
                                                                                     sorrow  in  light  gay  colours.  as  nature  does.  This  may
                                                                                     sound  strange,  looking  at  all  these  lovely,  laughing,
                                                                                     brilliant colours she uses.  But in looking closer one can
                                                                                     see  and  feel  an  almost  terrifying  poignancy,  a  near­
                                                                                     weeping  sadness  and  sorrow  in  these  delicately  gay
                                                                                     and  summer-bright  colours.  It  is  as  if she  is  trying  to
                                                                                     tell us about her native Illinois. with its brilliant blinding
                                                                                     sun,  its  dust,  its  summer-deep  greens.  that  Summer
                                                                                     itself  will  not  stay,  School  must  begin  again.  Grand­
                                                                                     mothers and oldsters will not last the Winter.  One feels
                                                                                     a  strange  choking  sorrow  over  the  gay  beauty  she
                                                                                     shows us,  one does not feel gay or abandoned.
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